"That's a toast for being alive this way."
"cheers"
"cheers"
A single meal in the Grand City of the Kingdom of Nagras. Cyril and Rye sing with a glass of fruit water lightly touched by Eleanor, who took the lead.
The three sitting around the round table rejoice at each other with a modest smile. Seven days have passed since the battle with the Empire, and after finally realizing that they were alive and returning, they set up a small banquet.
The banquet is for only three people, and most of all, it doesn't make much noise as the whole royal city is sunk in the destruction of the Royal Army. Above all, the classmates of Cyrills have suffered considerable casualties. Most of the people I had never talked to, but I couldn't be wrong with the bright feelings.
More than 8,000 of the 8,000 troops in the whole army have not returned, 5,000, or 60,000, and less than 1,500 can respond immediately to the remaining 3,000, except for the injured. Even the fifty-hundreds are dominated by the territory of the prince of Tria, and now that they have returned to their territory, fewer than five hundred soldiers protect the royal capital. If the empire attacks, there will be no one.
"But that empire doesn't seem to be pulling troops and attacking."
Rye muttered strangely while piercing the roasted meat into a fork.
"What's the matter? Well, it's okay that the royal capital isn't involved in the war, but it's weird not to know why."
"They may have their own circumstances, but it's certainly creepy."
Dying The kingdom is a place that can be compared to humans. He was so hurt that he couldn't move, and he had a knife pointed to his throat. Even if you push it a little, you can easily win the game, but you can not understand the thoughts of the retreating empire.
Surely the upper ranks of the Royal Army must be tilted as well. At the same time, they are trying their best to understand the situation.
Kirill Heila talks about such a thing while picking up slices of fried potatoes whose garlic flavor is appetizing.
"Don't you know anything? That black hair would know something."
"Is Black Hair about Aldis?"
"Yes, that monster"
Cyril is dissatisfied with her expression instead of Aldis who is not here.
Indeed, the power of Aldis is worthy of being a monster. But for Cyrill, he is both a benefactor and a teacher. Cyrills have known that Rai's words don't contain any malice, but that doesn't mean it's good to say a person who has great benefit to them. Was.
"Hey Lai. I know you're not bad, but you won't say that to a lifesaver."
Instead, a voice of blame comes from the opposite direction.
Others "No, it was bad. There is nothing else."
"Good. I know that too."
Says to the awkward Rye, Cyril gives a disappointing answer to the previous question.
"But Aldis is just a mercenary, and I don't think he knows the situation there."
"No, no, you've got that much power, and it's a lie that 'just mercenary.' I don't think it's a strong level anymore."
"I totally agree with that. If that child goes into a mere" mercenary, "then there will be no stand for other mercenaries or magicians in the army."
"Oh, I didn't mean that in a different way ..."
Feeling incomprehensible, Kirill was embarrassed with the language and set out on a freshly brought fish dish. Nasal cavity Steamed whites with herbs stimulate Kirill with appetizing steam.
The Devil "Hey Cyril. Who is that child? I know that the" Three Major Suppressors "is a reputation with abilities, but that's the strength of a year that is almost the same as us. It's something that I still can't believe in my eyes, but I still can't believe it. ''
"Hmm. I'm afraid there's some misunderstanding, but I don't think Aldis is the same age as us."
"What do you mean?"
Eleanor's hair shaking gently shakes.
"I first met Aldis four years ago, where do you think it was?"
"It's not the capital city?"
"The Forest of Caucasus, which is also deep"
"What?"
In an unexpected place spoken from Cyril's mouth, there is a voice unlike a noble lady.
"Why are you in such a place? Or maybe you were there too?"
An interested rai came across his mouth from the side.
"Well, let's not forget why I was in the Caucasus forest at this time. At the time I was twelve years old, but from that point of view, Aldis looked three or four years older."
"Come on, Kirill. That means that child at the time-no, if he was fifteen or sixty then, is he nineteen or twenty now?"
I don't see that much, but Eleanor seems skeptical.
"I'm definitely growing compared to four years ago, but I don't think Aldis is too old to look at."
I feel like it's growing too slowly, but Kirill whispered himself.
"Oh, Kirill. I told you I met him four years ago in the Caucas Forest."
Despite Eleanor's confusion, Rai asked her questions.
"Is that black hair so strong since ancient times?"
"It was strong, enough to treat forest monsters as children."
"Uhee"
Cyrill responded immediately and Rai frowned.
"When I got out of the forest on my way home, I was surrounded by robbers who were ambushing."
Cyrill, on the other hand, continues the story of that time.
"It seems that he had enough room to experiment with the effects of cursed weapons against nearly ten robbers."
"Hey Cyrill. I don't know what you're saying."
Eleanor recovers from the confusion and again holds his head in Cyril's words.
"Well, there are too many things I want to go into ..."
"But at the time, I didn't understand Aldis's strength a little, but since I went to school? I started to understand just how amazing that person was."
When Kirill begins to stir fried mushrooms in olive oil with a fork, she finally complains to Rye, as remembered by Eleanor.
"I'm convinced he's saved me anyway. Don't be so rude even if you meet him."
"I know. I'm grateful to that black hair, and I have respect for that strength.
"Even if you have no intention, you're saying it's meaningless unless it's reflected in the words you say."
Eleanor was amazed and turned to Cyril.
"I will thank him again, but I should thank Cyrill again."
"Huh? Why me?"
"Why did he come to that place because of Cyrillic?"
"Is that so ... No, right?"
That might be the case.
In the first place, Ardis would not even have had to participate in the war. Looking back now, it may be that Ardis took part in this fight in the face of Cyril.
At the same time as joy, sorry and ashamed of their powerlessness emerge in Cyril.
Ry, who might not know the heart of Kirill, bites into the bone-in meat and then switches the topic by pouring it with fruit water.
"Shishishima, that magic was a masterpiece."
"What is that magic?"
Eleanor immediately asks.
Purgatory's flames In her case, [] was fired several times at the same time, endless walls that stretched out to protect themselves, and [] that fired more than 100 arrows, and everything was out of standard magic Would have been.
Cyril agreed with that. I don't think any one can be recreated as a normal magician.
"No, it's sword magic. Rumors talked about manipulating two swords with magic ... but rumors can't be relied on. The digits are too different. The reputation of the Suppressor is not Date. ''
"That's not all. Apparently there are two new names here."
"Two new names?"
"That's right, two magicians, 'The Sword of Thousand Swords. It's strange to say.
"Hey, hey .... That's right."
By listening to this story, Cyril would have expressed a subtle look that she wouldn't be able to say.
"Sure, that was someone muttering at that time."
"Yeah, but who do you think is spreading this nickname?"
Cyril and Rai look at each other as if they both said, "Do you know?"
"It looks like a messenger soldier who was saved by chance at that time."
Eleanor spoke out early, perhaps not asking for an answer.
"That messenger looks surprisingly wide. It seems that his true heroism, like Aldis's lie, has permeated here and there with somebody else. But there's no other bright topic, maybe you want something a little bit cooler. "
"Is it really like a lie?"
Just as for what it is, Rai asks for an explanation of the expression.
Says, "King alone prevented the Chivalry Chivalry."
"It's true."
Rye hears Eleanor's explanation and immediately verifies it. In fact, it was only Aldis who was actually fighting the enemy cavalry.
"I say," I've released the magic of thirty magicians at once. "
"It's true."
Certainly, if you want to release such advanced magic at the same time, you will need about thirty top magicians.
"It says," I've manipulated a thousand swords and defeated the enemy general. "
"It's true."
It's not difficult, but it's hard to imagine Aldis maneuvering a thousand swords, or, more precisely, a thousand weapons, including spears and axes. It is an undeniable reality that Aldis defeated the enemy general.
Eyebrows "I see. It's just a story that only we can hear if we listen to it. Even though we actually saw it, we still thought that we were still dreaming."
No one who understands it would understand that it is all truth without lie or exaggeration. Many may perceive it as a adapted story.
"Well, isn't that a problem? Isn't that a problem for Black Hair?"
"That's right ... it's a mercenary, and its name won't be bad."
Cyril feels a little confused and has trouble answering. The face of Aldis who gladly sold her name was Cyrill, which I could not imagine.
For a while, Cyrills enjoyed eating and talking. Several dishes are brought to the table, and at the same time the empty glass is filled with fruit water. But in contrast to Cyrill and Rye, who flourished as the meal progressed, Eleanor gradually became less talkative.
Eventually, the dishes will be flattened out, and the after-meal dessert, a mille-feuille cake, will be offered to three people. In contrast to rye, who has finished eating quickly, Eleanor, who is not likely to touch, mutters with a scorpion while tracing the surface of the cake with the tip of a fork.
"What will happen to this country in the future?"
It was a common feeling among them. Despite the celebration of being able to return home, the reality of the kingdom as a matter of fact is not bright.
"Do they return to their home country?"
Cyrill is from the city-state of Leiting. He now lives in the royal capital to attend the school, and as a school student's duty he went to battle in response to recruiting student soldiers. But there is no reason in mind with the Nagrass kingdom.
"I don't know. I went to battle once and fulfilled my responsibility to the school. I wouldn't complain if I returned to the country ..."
Rye is also from the City-State Union. They belong to a different city-state than Kirill, but they have the same place to return.
"What about that Eleanor?"
Eleanor speaks a little at the Cyril who asked her back.
"I'm from this country, and I'm born in a noble house, so I can't let go of my duty ..."
In the past few months, she has become acquainted with Eleanor and has come to understand her personality.
It's hard to understand why the empire isn't coming in, but perhaps a re-invasion may be taking place at this very moment. There is not enough force left in the kingdom to intercept, and even hundreds of soldiers in the royal capital will be able to fight properly.
In this situation, staying in the royal capital did not seem like a wise choice. In fact, not a few inhabitants flee to the city-state union and Tria territory with their belongings. Cyril had heard only rumors, but that nobles and even some royals were secretly escaping the capital.
"I don't think it's necessary for you, who is neither the owner nor the tracer, to carry that far ..."
"I know. I'll think when it's finally in danger. But now ... it's not time to escape yet."
Should I say that I have a strong sense of responsibility or tough on myself?
To Cyrill, Eleanor's words sounded like precious. Perhaps because she hasn't given up on humans and the world enough to cut and discard her determination as a blueish ideal.
Uncle: "Well, I'll lend you power if I have something. I've been told a lot about my real friends, more than money or fame."
He asks Rye's words to confirm that Eleanor is determined.
"……friend?"
Eleanor expresses her expression as if she had heard something unexpected.
"I?"
"Hey, what are you talking about now? If you aren't a friend, what are we going to be, or more specifically, a comrade who has gone through the same dead area?"
Rai's words returned in a stupid tone were natural. It is exactly the same as Cyrillic.
"Yes. I believe it's not, and I'm going to help if I want to get out of this country, because I worked for a merchant.
"We'll help you when you're in trouble. Of course there's a limit to what we can do, but don't forget that at least you have two friends."
Rye's voice, which inherited Kirill's words, is powerful.
"Yes, friends ... friends, real friends ..."
Muttering the words repeatedly as if biting, Eleanor looked at them with a full smile.
"Rai, Cyrill. Thank you. What's so, I'm so happy."
A pretty flower blooms on Eleanor's face with words of thanks. Eleanor is often seen as a hard-eyed character with a distracted look, but only at this time Kirill decided to reject his reputation from one end and turn around.
Rin: Unlike her usual life, she has a natural smile full of gaps.
"Well, yeah ..."
Cyrills packed with words can only return so much. Disturbed by Cyril, Rai changes the atmosphere of the place, saying "OK."
"Would you like to toast again? I'm alive, and I pledge our friendship!"
"Yes"
"Yeah"
The three toast again when they raise the glass of fruit water. The serving man made a noise that lifted one eyebrow, and the high-pitched sound of the glass hitting each other.